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theapangea · 1 year ago

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One Night Stand

Pairing/Characters: Nick Miller x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: A very fun one night stand with Nick Miller.

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI!!! unprotected p in v, bj, fingering, eating out v, Nick kind of a dom ;)

A/N: My first official Nick Miller post yay! Let me know what you think! thank u for supporting my work! If you see any mistakes...no you didn't!

*Also posted on AO3: theapangea*

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Kissing Nick Miller is a little sloppy to say the least.

The wet kisses mixed with the buzz of the lasting alcohol that still coats each of your tongues as you stumble your way to his place, excited for the night ahead. His lips barely leave yours as he reaches into his pocket for the keys. His other hand pulling you closer by the small of your back, needing you close enough to feel your heartbeat. And at this moment, it was beating rapidly against his chest.

The door opens to the dimly lit loft, the presence of people long forgotten, as the two of you stumble in. The playful laughs dance around the room, swirling around the both of you. More giggles escape your lips as Nick tries to shush you, prompting you to shush him in return. And the more you each try to keep the other quiet, the more laughs fill the quiet room. It was a lose-lose situation during this late hour.

His fingers intertwine with yours, leading you towards his room near the front of the loft. A smile residing on your face, the giggles still on the tip of your tongue as you watch his silhouette in the moonlight. He is a little rough around the edges but that’s what you like.

Letting you into the room first, the door shutting quickly after that. And then his body is suddenly so close. Moving the hair away from your neck, his lips kiss the soft skin so delicately. His hands rub along your shoulders down your arms, a trail of goosebumps follows shortly after as you begin to melt under his touch.

His rough hands now run gently across your soft skin, the complete opposite from the moments the two of you shared a few moments earlier. Leaning your back against his chest as his hands wrap underneath your arms, his fingers making quick work of your button up shirt. Tearing the garment off of your shoulder, dropping it to the floor. The cool air mixes with the heat of your radiating skin.

Nick kisses a trail along the back of your neck as he fumbles to get your bra off. The multiple profanities coming from his mouth as he struggles makes you giggle. Finally unhooking the latch before his hands come around your chest, cupping both breasts as you arch back into his embrace. Nick delicately plays with your nipples between his fingers, squeezing, tugging, twisting. All of which cause sweet whines to escape your perfect lips.

Snaking his right hands around your throat, squeezing both sides with his thick fingers around. Pressing his fingertips harder into your skin as his left hand is still tugging at your sensitive nipple. His tongue dragging up your neck, his hot breath in your ear, “Be a good girl and get on your knees for me.”

And the dam near collapsed at his raspy words filling your empty head. A heavy breath releasing from your body as his hands let you go. Suddenly so cold and fragile without his body close to you.

You do as you are told, turning around to face him. Nick’s eyes bouncing from your gaze to each perky breast in front of him. Licking his lips as you lower yourself on to the floor. Big doe, innocent eyes ready to be defiled starring back up to him and his large stature.

Nick slowly starts to unbuckle his belt, making the movements more emphasized as he practically sees you salivating for his cock. You are driving him crazy. Nick drops his jeans and boxers to the floor, the fabrics pooling around his ankles as he begins to stroke his throbbing member. He reaches out a hand, wrapping his fingers in your hair as he pulls you closer.

Now only inches away from his leaking tip, “Stick your tongue out for me baby,” and like a good little girl your tongue extends from your mouth directly underneath his cock but not touching it. Nick shakes his head in disbelief, “God, you are so pretty.” His hand release the bunch of hair as it moves around your face, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip.

Squeezing your thighs together from his sweet words. Your body is vibrating as you physically cannot wait any longer until you are able to taste the delicious liquid that leaks from his tip. Finally closing the small gap between your lips and his hard cock, tongue reaching out, swirling around the head as an intense inhale from Nick jolts through the room.

The fierce sensation running through Nick’s body as he lets out a deep groan, his hand on his shaft moving back and forth as you continue to lick the oozing juices. You don’t dare to break eye contact with him, the hint of a smile running across your face, pleased with being able to make him feel so good.

Your hands graze up his bare thighs, fingers digging deeply into his skin as you begin to take his length into your open hole. Tongue swirling the sensitive bottom before flattening your tongue to accommodate his size as you inch further and further down his shaft. Nick’s hand nestles in the back of your head, wrapping his fingers tightly around your locks as he guides you down.

Saliva leaking from your mouth, tears accumulating in your eyes as the girth opens you wide. Only stopping when you can’t go down anymore, the tip pressing firmly in your throat. Whining as you try to push his cock deeper and deeper.

“Stay still for me,” Nick whispers, his breath catching in his throat as both of his large hands hold your face still as he begins to buckle his hips into your mouth. The pace was slow at first, taking his time to explore your mouth with his aching cock. Until he finds his sweet spot, that’s when his pumping increases and pools of water form in your eyes, sending tears down your cheeks. The sound of choking fills the room, fills his ears, instinctively making him pump faster.

Pushing deeper and deeper into your mouth. “Eyes on me baby,” his voice is shaking as you lock eyes with him, his member pushing deeper down your throat. “You can do it baby.”

His words make you squeeze your thighs together, the wetness starting to leak. The pure act of being face fucked by Nick sending you to the moon.

Nick thrusts hard one last time but quickly pulls himself out of your mouth. Suddenly feeling so empty without him invading you. Finally filling your lungs again with fresh air as your chest heaves up and down. Nick bends down, kissing you on the forehead as both hands latch underneath your armpits and he’s pulling you up onto both feet.

But what he doesn’t know is that you may not be able to stand.

Nick’s eyes are soft as he scans your delicate features, pausing for a beat to look at your weakened state. Your hands firmly hang onto his biceps, squeezing as you feel his muscles move underneath his cotton shirt.

His hand only comes up as his thumb traces your bottom lip, pulling in for a kissing. He is intense. The confidence that radiates off of him, the way he talked, the way he moved, makes your body weak. The overwhelming passion pulsing around the room, wanting to show you that he wants you, that he needs you.

Your lips attempts to match his rhythm but are still feeling loss after what just happened. His tongue pressing against your bottom lip, asking for entry. Letting him in for the first time, his tongue searches for yours, swirling around inside of your mouth as he starts to move you backwards.

Your arms snaking around his neck as to steady yourself, letting him guide you. Your fingers glide upwards, fingers grasping his short brown hair, pulling the strand of hair ever so slightly. You can feel his smile through the kiss.

The back of your knees hit the bed in no time as Nick gently lowers you into the soft mattress. Breaking your kiss to place light pecks down your jaw, throat, collarbone, breast, nipple, stomach, until he gets to the top of your jeans.

His fingers make quick work to unbuckle your pants and slide them down your legs. Leaving you in your lace panties with a little bow on the front. His lips pull into a smile when he catches the bow, fingers grazing along the fabric before both hands glide down your thighs. Pushing apart your legs once his hands get to your knees.

Your core is so sore already, leaking through your undies this entire time. Body shaking as his fingers stroke back up your thighs, tracing small circles on your inner thighs.

“Nick,” His name sounds so sweet coming from your mouth, pleading as the breath falls, “please.”

Exactly what he was waiting for, you begging for his touch. His fingers to fuck you, his tongue to suck over your swollen clit. Just like you, he can’t wait to taste the sweet elixir that leaks from your body.

His pointer finger reaches to graze over the fabric, the light sensation sending your hips jolting to the roof. The waves of euphoria are already circling through your body and he has barely touched you.

Hooking his finger underneath the material as he moves it to the side, exposing your pretty little core to the angel sitting between your legs. His thumb instantly stoking your inflamed nub, applying light pressure to the sensitive area. Your whines muffle through the room as your fingers soak into the rough fabric of the blanket. His name falling delicately from your lips between moans.

Spreading your split apart with his middle and index fingers, prompting sliding them inside as you. The long digit curling perfectly inside your core. Pumping in rhythm to his circling thumb.

Digging his thick finger further inside of you, dipping his head as he replaces his thumb with his warm tongue. The soft tissue swirling around your tender clit. Licking and sucking as he fingers continue to pump faster, finally finding a good pace as his mouth puts in the work.

The repetitive movement sending you over the edge as you moan wildly. Hands tousled in his locks as you buckle underneath his mouth. Grinding rapidly against his tongue as intense sensation pushes you into euphoria.

Your chest falls up and down as you are spread across the bed, vision still blurry from the amazing overdrive of intensity that just radiated through your body. Lifting your head to meet the cocky smile that is plastered on Nick’s face. The smile of a man who knows you have never felt this way with anyone else. You can’t help but smile back as you let your head fall back into the bed.

You feel the mattress shift underneath you as a hot body begins to hover over your fragile frame. His present totally engulfs yours, absolutely ready to be fucked by this attractive man.

Your legs spread apart as he positions himself between them. Hand on his leaking cock, pumping several times to lube up his length. Pressing the shaft down as the tip runs against your nub, moving down to your wet entrance.

A shared moan fills the room as he begins to push into your sweet pussy. Back arching as his size stretches your walls.

“Fuck…”

“You can take it darling.” He encourages you as he continues to push into your sweet folds.

Your face contorting into pleasure as his entire length is now finally inside of you. Nick lowers himself down, catching one nipple in his mouth. The tiny whimper escapes your lips as Nick starts to pull his hips back, guiding his shaft in and out of your delicious pussy.

His head settles into the crook of your neck as he finds his speed. Arms wrapping underneath you as he thrust deeper and deeper into your folds. Rolling your hips against him, your clit rubbing against his skin sending waves up your body.

Moving in perfect unison with each other as the sweet release is near for the both of you. Nick’s thrust starts to become messier, each hard pound inside of you hitting the right spot. Toes curling as you muffle your screams in his neck.

Fucking you faster and faster, your whining mixing deliciously with his groans. Shaking breathes all mix together with his lips crashing into yours.

His pumps becoming sloppy and uneven, “I'm gonna cum,” you hum into his mouth. Making him pump faster than ever before to send you spirling over the edge, a out of body experience as he fucks you into oblivion.

Nick’s thrust slows as his hot liquid fills inside of you. Kissing the softness of your cheek before peeling away from you.

Nick collapses onto the bed, a lazy smile firmly plastered on his face. Arms reaching over to wrap around your lifeless frame. Wet kisses lingering down your neck before nuzzling into the soft skin.

“Maybe we can make this more than just a one time thing?” Nick’s sleepy voice vibrates against you.

“Definitely.”

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hottie0 · 2 months ago

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You Get Me So…

Pairing: Nick Miller/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Nick and Reader’s relationship shifts after getting high and watching Cat in the Hat.

Rating: Teen and up

Warnings: Mentions of Sex, Smoking Weed, Alcohol Consumption Cat in the Hat

A/N: This isn’t particular towards any body type or race, everyone is applicable! I have always wished we saw Nick smoking more in the show, so I wrote this! I also posted this on AO3 under the same name; it’s linked at the bottom! Enjoy :))

“Nicholas, look what I have,” As Nick walked into the loft you waved a mason jar of weed back and forth. Nick’s eyebrows raised and he sat on the couch next to you. “I’m willing to share if you roll.”

“Well, with an offer like that,” Nick unbuttoned his jeans, shimmied them off, and slid under your fluffy blanket. “I thought I’d have to bum one of Cece’s roaches.”

“Been there,” You unclipped your weed box and picked out some supplies. “Thoughts on paper flavours?”

“Fuck, do you have green apple?” Nick rubbed his eyes and then sat up, eyeing your collection.

“No, but I have cherry.”

“Is that the only flavour you have?” Nick asked.

“Yeah.”

“So why would you… never mind, just give me the crap.” Nick cracked his fingers and hunched over the coffee table, getting to work. You got up to grab some snacks and beverages.

“You want crackers?” You asked him, already opening the box.

“Sure, Linda, I’d love some.” Nick smirked and referenced Bob’s Burgers, a show you two had watched almost all of.

“Alright, Bobby!” You did your best attempt at Linda Belcher’s accent, getting a chortle out of Nick. You poured yourself a hearty glass of wine and grabbed two bottles of beer for Nick. With the box of crackers under your arm, the glass in one hand, and the beer bottles in the other you headed to the designated smoking area near the window. You settled into the comfy seat and fidgeted with your lighter as you waited for your roommate to finish up.

Nick licked the rolling paper, sealed the joint, and got up from the couch with a grunt. He handed you the joint then opened the large window, knowing you were too short to reach it. You quickly examined the joint, impressed, as per usual, with how naturally good he was at rolling. When he sat down again you looked up at your partner in crime, gave him a slight smile, looked back down, and flicked the lighter. It took a few seconds for the tip to hold an amber, but once it did you raised it to your lips and inhaled deeply. You closed your eyes as the smoke flowed down your windpipe and into your lungs. After a very relaxing couple of seconds, you opened your eyes and exhaled, watching the smoke leave your mouth in a thick, enchanting cloud of smoke. You handed the joint over to Nick and sat back in your chair, letting out a couple of shameful coughs, having not smoked in a couple weeks due to your busy schedule. You watched with half-lidded eyes as Nick hit the joint himself, doing a trick as he exhaled while he still had the brainpower. As he ghosted the smoke, he delivered a subtle wink. You huffed out a slight laugh and he smiled back at you.

The two of you spent a while sitting there passing the joint back and forth, feeling the autumnal Los Angeles breeze through the open window, watching the smoke drift up into the rafters of the loft, feeling the stress leave your body and the high take over. It was common for the two of you to stay silent when you smoked together. It was different when Cece was with you or, God forbid, Winston. It was always fun when the others were part of the rotation, but you found you had the best time when it was just you and Nick. When you moved into the loft, you and Nick didn’t necessarily get along. Jess always said it was because you were too similar; whether or not you believed her wasn’t really relevant. It was when you and Nick got stuck on a two-person kayak in the middle of a random lake that you finally bonded. It was a moment you didn’t look back on too fondly seeing as it ended in sopping wet clothes and too many mosquito bites to count, but it was an important moment, nonetheless.

“You want the final hit?” Nick asked you after blowing out a copious amount of smoke.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You raised an eyebrow and stuck out your tongue a little bit, for what reason you weren’t sure.

“Okay,” Nick laughed and shook his head. “Let’s keep all appendages in the ride at all times.”

“Hmm,” you hummed as you sucked on the cherry flavoured joint. “Appendages. That’s a big word for you, pal.”

“Pal?” Nick laughed even more, eyes tired and red.

“I guess I’ve been hanging out with you too much.” You smiled softly at Nick, eyes worse than his. You put out the joint and left it in the ashtray, leaving it to rest with the graveyard of discarded butts.

“Alright,” Nick groaned and stood up slowly. “You coming?”

“Not on these two feet, Miller.” You stared up at him and squished your face together.

“Oh, no, no, no,” You giggled as Nick shook his head at you seriously, but you didn’t break the stare. You and Nick waited, looking at each other, for what felt like minutes, but was really more like 14 seconds until Nick stepped towards you and picked you up bridal style. “You’re a witch.”

“You love me.” You relaxed in Nick’s hold and splayed out in his arms like a confident, sexually experienced figure skater. Nick huffed and set you down on the couch, draping your blanket across your body. You could feel Nick staring down at you, so you made a peace sign with your fingers and put it on the outer corner of your eye.

“You know I hate it when you do the illuminati symbol!” Nick raised his voice as you laughed at him.

“This is not the illuminati symbol, this is!” You made your fingers into a triangle and brought them to the center of your eye.

“Enough! You know they can always see you!” Nick looked around, head on a swivel, and swatted at your hands until you submitted, covering your face as you laughed.

“Just sit, weirdo,” Nick sat next to you and started scrolling through the streaming services, trying to pick something for you guys to watch. “Oh, hey, Nick?”

“Yeah?” Nick hummed as he cycled through the comedy movies on Netflix.

“Have you watched Cat in the Hat before? And whatever your answer is, can we watch it right now?” You sat up and pulled your blanket up to your chin, placing the corner of the blanket on his thigh, an offering.

“The Cat in the Hat?” Nick sounded bewildered. “That’d a kid’s movie! Are we kids? No! We’re adults! We’re adults dammit! Why would we watch a kid’s movie? Are we kids? We’re not kids!” Nick ranted in his good old fashioned, insane Nick way.

“It is not a kid’s movie. How dare you say that,” you said, offended. “It is art. The Cat in the Hat film is pure art, Nick Miller. Of course you wouldn’t know that, though. Nick Miller and art, together. Silly me. Silly, silly, silly me.”

“I know art, what the hell? I’ve written a whole book, that’s art. I’m an artist.”

“If you knew art then you would watch Cat in the Hat with me.” You crossed your arms over your chest and huffed.

“Fine! Cat in the Hat it is! I hate everything!” Nick searched for The Cat in the Hat on Prime Video and pressed play once he found it, accepting his fate. You rifled around in the box of crackers, shoved some in your mouth, and offered Nick a couple. The two of you sat, high, watching The Cat in the Hat.

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“What the hell is happening?” Nick outraged, throwing his hands every which way, his beer bottle coming close to your face in a way that made you a little nervous. The Cat in the Hat was singing in a coconut bikini with fruit on his head, a scene which was not enjoying, something you couldn’t understand. “I did not consent to seeing this!”

“Calm down and be one with The Cat!” You shouted back at him, dancing along to the music and simultaneously waving your left hand to get his out of your face, your right gripping your glass of wine in a way that would make any rich, old, country club-going woman disappointed.

“I refuse!” The two of you waved your hands around some more until his beer bottle came into contact with your wine glass, creating an ear-shattering and glass-shattering catastrophe.

“Nick!” You shouted. Nick froze, holding the neck-sans-body of his beer bottle as wine and beer ran down your chest and stomach. Luckily the glass didn’t cut you, but it was all over your body and the couch. “Nicholas Miller! Do something!”

“Shit!” Nick whisper yelled. He sprung into action, moving hastily, yet carefully as to not disturb the glass too much. He began picking large chunks of glass from your body with nimble fingers and setting them on the coffee table. His fingers skirted across your clothed body ever so lightly, and you could feel your skin tingling in their wake, but did your best to ignore it. “I’m so sorry, that was so stupid.”

“Just get it off!” You whined. You could feel the liquid running down your upper thighs, creating a puddle under your butt.

“I am! I am!” Nick picked up the final pieces from around the couch and stood up, reaching out to help you up. You grabbed his hands, as calloused as ever, and he pulled you up. You watched his biceps flex as he lifted you and you blushed. You shook your head and stood next to him, trying very hard to focus on the situation at hand. “What should we do?”

“Uh…” You stood for a minute then grabbed your blanket off the couch, along with a few of the removable pillows. “Well, Schmidt will know what to do, right?”

“Yeah, maybe?” Nick nodded and helped with the remaining pillows.

Nick led you to the laundry room where you dumped the pillows and blanket on the ground. Quickly, you fled to Jess’ room to grab a notepad and a pen. You furiously wrote, “Sorry, we had an oopsie :( ” and ran out to leave it on the couch. You and Nick both knew you would be in big trouble with the rest of the members of the loft and would likely have to pool your money to reupholster the couch, or probably just buy a new one, but that was a problem for future-you. Once the note was adorned on the couch, you headed to the bathroom to change your clothes. You quickly turned on the water and began stripping. Nick followed you in, entering as you pulled your wine-stained XXL Garfield t-shirt over your head.

“Oh, Garfield,” you said to the shirt as you held it up in front of you. “You were kind to me. May you rest in peace.”

“Do you need me for anything?” Nick asked cautiously. You stood in your sleep shorts and bra, which was one of your favourites, but was now probably ruined.

“Could you unclasp this stupid thing?” You gestured to your back and Nick stared at you. “It’s a pest. I struggle with it even when I’m sober and my hands aren’t disgusting.”

“Mhm, yeah. Yes. I can do that, yes,” Nick cleared his throat uncomfortably, but approached you to help. “Unfortunately, I am high, and my hands are gross, much like yours, but I will do that for you.”

Nick went behind your back and held your sides, stilling you as you wriggled in discomfort from being covered in sticky booze. You stopped moving and your cheeks went hot. Suddenly, you could no longer feel the mixture of beer and wine drying on your ass and could only feel the warmth of Nick’s fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra. He successfully got it unhooked, and you knew you should have told him to turn away and not look at your naked body, and you figured he knew he should have done it even if you hadn’t said anything, but both of you stayed put. You pulled your bra away from your chest and down your arms; you dropped it, and it fell to the floor on top of your beloved shirt. You turned around and made eye contact with your roommate; he looked into your eyes as your shorts joined the pile.

“I feel a little bit vulnerable, Miller,” you said, a smirk creeping onto your face. Nick blushed and you could feel him starting to get awkward. “Maybe you want to join me? In the shower, I mean.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Nick gave you a small smile and took a step back. He quickly pulled off his shirt and you could feel the energy change as the air got heavier with steam. “Hell yeah. I’m glad you asked.”

Nick shucked off his boxers and grabbed your waist. He rubbed circles into your hips with his thumbs and gazed into your eyes. You could feel your stomach begin to form butterflies as he planted a rough, warm kiss on your lips. He took one hand off your body to shove the shower curtain aside and backed you into the wall. The water poured down on the two of you and you could feel yourself getting worked up. High sex was the best sex, especially when it took place in the shower with your hot roommate you’d been swooning over ever since you had moved in; everybody knew that.

Nick grabbed your thighs and hoisted you up so your legs could wrap around his core. For someone who was known to be weak, he sure was strong. Suddenly Nick started lowering you down until you were sitting on the plank of wood Schmidt installed in the shower a couple months ago. At first you thought it was stupid, but when it came to shaving your legs and shower sex, it got the job done. Nick looked up at you with shockingly piercing, brown eyes as he approached you on his knees and gently pulled your legs apart. You sunk your hands into his thick, wet hair and he licked his lips.

“I always knew you were a munch.” You said through heavy pants. Nick rolled his eyes and got to work, making you let out a sigh that he would find himself thinking about for days afterward.

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